Something tells me a few of you may have been waiting for this chapter. Hope you all LOVE it!

Lucas:

"It's a little early for that Lucas, don't you think?" Tom commented as he watched me down my second whiskey. I didn't say anything. I just pushed the glass back in his direction, wanting him to fill it once more. As it was only about 6 o'clock in the evening, I was one of the few who had already found their way into the bar. "What's happened?"

I glared ferociously. Then was not a good time to try and get me to talk.

"Why don't for once you mind your fucking business?" I snapped.

Tom frowned at me.

"Maybe because I actually care about your sorry ass."

I scowled.

"Just put another one in there," I gestured at my still empty glass. "And then just walk away."

"Ya know I'm never gunna walk away from ya Lucas. That's not who I am."

I stared across at Tom; I knew he meant what he said. Unlike everyone else in the fucking world, he never had betrayed me. He'd always been there, the way a father should have. I frowned at him and shook my head. Then I got to my feet, grabbed my jacket from the stool next to me and fled the bar. I heard Tom's voice calling me back, but I ignored him. I was not about to pour my heart out to him but I knew he wouldn't be able to leave it alone.

Grumbling to myself, I thundered through Terra Nova heading back to my place. I knew I had booze there and I planned to drink myself into oblivion. Because what was the fucking point of it all anymore? I wished I'd never stepped foot in the shit hole they called Terra Nova. My father had everyone brainwashed. He'd even clearly convinced Skye not to get involved with me. I hated that man. I'd kill that man.

"Lucas, hey." I halted when I heard someone addressing me. I glanced over my shoulder to see the blonde girl from a few nights ago. She was smiling sweetly and looked fucking amazing. She was wearing a tight red top and light blue mini shorts. Her legs looked so smooth they were practically gleaming. "It's Lily. Remember me?" She queried.

"How could I forget?"

She giggled and started playing with her golden hair.

"What are you up to?" She asked.

I shrugged.

"Having a party for one." I muttered.

She smirked.

"Want to make it a party for two? We could go back to mine? I have plenty of drink there."

Her eyes had a mischievous glint in them. I smiled.

"Sounds like a plan."

She grinned at me, two little dimples forming either side of her face. Screw Skye, I'd found the next best model.

Skye:

I sat on my bed, my hand resting over my belly, looking down at the perfect sketch of my face. Lucas had drawn it entirely from memory, making it even more impressive. I'd ended up with most of his belongings after he'd disappeared OTG. I'd been so surprised when I'd found the sketch amongst his things. I'd thought he'd left it back at the camp we'd shared with the Phoenix Group. I'd been so touched when I'd realised he'd kept hold of it. He'd once told me how he'd drawn it so he'd have a way of seeing my face every day.

I sighed sadly as I touched the piece of paper. My fingertips then moved up to my lips, remembering how Lucas had kissed me. For a heartbeat, everything had seemed completely perfect in my world. But then the reality had come crashing down once more. I was pregnant and he didn't know. I couldn't lead him on until I'd told him. Once he knew about our baby, if he still wanted us then I'd happily give myself back to him.

Lucas:

I wasn't sure when Lily and I had started making out. It had started with the drinks and then suddenly she was beneath me on the couch, thrusting her hips up to meet mine, trying to entice me further. I kissed her forcefully, no longer pretending I was a nice guy. Her hands sneaked under my shirt; her fingernails dug almost painfully into my back. I could taste the wine she'd had on her lips. I felt her fingers start to tug at my shirt, wanting it off. Why couldn't Skye have shown the same sense of eagerness?

Skye:

I tapped on Lucas's front door and waited for him to answer. Although I had wanted to wait to tell him about the baby after I'd had my scan so I had undeniable proof, I knew it couldn't wait any longer. He had to know. We had to sort out our tangled lives. We both had to decide exactly what we wanted and to do that, we both had to know the full truth.

I frowned to myself when he didn't answer and knocked again, louder that time.

Lucas:

Lily had hold of my hand and was dragging me into her bedroom. Already she was down to just her underwear and I had only my trousers left on. She pulled me closer to her and started kissing my chest, then my neck before moving back up to my mouth. I fisted her yellow hair, holding on painfully tight. Her hair was thinner than Skye's and was dead straight. I much preferred Skye's wild curls. She was slightly taller than Skye as well. I missed Skye's shortness. She was so small and cute. Whenever I was around her, an overpowering need to protect her took over.

Skye's lips had felt so soft and tender against my own. Suddenly I was right back there kissing her. That moment had felt so right. I couldn't understand how she hadn't felt it too. She was supposed to love me.

Lily pulled her mouth from mine. A naughty grin was on her face. The pupils in her eyes had dilated. That was someone who wanted me. I could see her desire for me. Yet, I couldn't make myself want her back. Instead I just stood there feeling numb.

"I'm really pleased you came." She told me as she pulled one of her bra straps down. "I've been waiting for this for a long time."

I watched as the other bra strap descended down her shoulder. Her hands moved behind her back. But before she had chance to expose herself to me, I grabbed onto her arms, stilling her hands. I shook my head.

"Don't." I instructed. She raised one of her neat brows at me. "I can't."

"Can't what?"

"It's Skye that I want." I told her. Her mouth fell open as I said that. An awkward frown formed on her brow. "I'm sorry, but I have to go."

She nodded.

"Yeah, I think you probably should."

I could tell I'd embarrassed her. But I didn't much care. I just turned around and left her on her own in her bedroom, arms wrapped around her bare body. I grabbed my shirt from the floor and tugged it back over my head. Then I pushed my feet back in my boots. As I rounded the couch, I grabbed my jacket that had been slung over the back; then I hurried out of the house and began making my way back to Skye's.

Skye:

I peered through the window into Lucas's. None of the lights were on and I couldn't see any movement. I tapped my fist on the window and called out his name, in the hope that he was just sulking in his bedroom. But even if he was hidden in there and had heard me, he didn't appear. I sighed grumpily to myself and took a couple of steps back from the house.

I would've put a bet on that Lucas had run off to the bar. I crossed my arms angrily across my middle; I wished he wouldn't drink as much. I hated having to deal with him after he'd had a few. My eyes flicked in the direction of Boylan's. I debated heading over there, though I didn't want us to make a scene.

Then I looked back in the direction I'd come in and thought about heading home and just seeing Lucas tomorrow. However, I didn't want to risk that I'd have lost him by tomorrow. No, it needed to be sorted out that night. So I went back to his doorstep and sat down, making myself as comfortable as possible as I waited for him to return.

Lucas:

"Skye!" I called out angrily, banging my fist louder against her door. Why wouldn't she answer me? She must have heard me knocking. "Skye open the fucking door!" I snapped. But still she didn't reply. "I need to talk to you!" I groaned loudly and rested my forehead against her cold door. "Skye, please! I just want to talk. That's all."

I frowned to myself; I couldn't even hear her moving in there. I moved over to her window and peered in. I couldn't see her inside; none of the lights were on either. I sighed to myself. She'd probably run off to see Tasha, crying about how much I was hurting her. I highly doubted her friends would sing my praises either. They were probably warning her off of me right then. I hit my fist against the side of her house, feeling pissed off with the world. Then I turned away and stormed back toward my place.

There was so much rage inside of me that I felt as if I might explode. I didn't understand what Skye wanted from me. I thought she wanted me to want her. I thought she wanted my attention. I thought she wanted my affection. So why the hell had she pushed me away?

Had she already moved on from me? Perhaps there was someone else. My mind began turning to that roommate of hers. He'd walked in on us on the couch and had definitely not seemed happy. She'd been embarrassed when I'd teased her that he was in love with her; perhaps something truly was going on between them.

I grumbled angrily to myself. I'd finally been willing to trust her, to let her in. And she didn't fucking want me anymore. Fury boiled inside of me as a sudden thought hit me. What if their relationship had started long before then? What if she'd been with him when she had allegedly been mine? Maybe she wasn't nothing more than a slut after all.

As I turned the corner into my street, I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks. Any hatred I had felt toward Skye instantly dissipated when I spotted her sat in my doorway. She was tightly hugging her knees, leaning against the door. She looked freezing.

"Skye?" I called out to her as I began rushing forward.

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine and a relieved smile formed on her face.

"Lucas!"

She got to her feet right as I reached her.

"What are you doing? It's freezing out here." I lectured as I punched in the code for my house.

The door clicked as it unlocked and I opened it for Skye, wanting her inside in the warm.

"We need to talk." She announced as she walked into my house. "Unless you're drunk." She added, sounding annoyed.

I frowned at her, wondering why she'd instantly come to that conclusion.

"I'm not drunk." I muttered, closing the door behind me and flicking on the light.

Skye put her hands on her hips.

"Then where have you been?"

I stared at her blankly. I knew she'd be way more hurt and angry to discover I'd been with Lily. One lie wouldn't hurt, would it?

"I went to see Tom; doesn't mean I was drinking." I remarked.

Skye raised a brow.

"Doesn't it?"

"Jesus Skye, do you want a blood test or something?" I snapped as I walked past her.

I headed into the kitchen, feeling like I needed a fucking drink right then. Skye followed closely behind me. I heard her sigh.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled.

I turned around to face her.

"It's okay." I commented shrugging. I knew I had so much more to apologise for. She'd never forgive me if she knew I'd gone running off with Lily. "I'm sorry too." Skye looked quizzically at me. "I wouldn't blame you if you went straight to my father and reported me for sexual harassment after I kissed you."

Skye frowned at me.

"It's not sexual harassment if I wanted it to happen too." She murmured.

I raised a brow.

"Did you now? Because it didn't feel like you did when you were pushing me away." I stated.

Skye pulled a face. Her stare dropped to the floor.

"I did want you to kiss me." She admitted quietly. "It just...took me by surprise." She peeked back up at me. "I'm sorry I pushed you away. I have a really bad habit of doing that when I'm scared."

My eyes narrowed; though I couldn't really blame her. I also had a tendency of pushing people away. It was easier not to get hurt when you didn't have anyone to care about.

"So I scare you now?"

I folded my arms across my chest as I stared down at Skye.

"A little." She replied honestly. My frown deepened. "But it's more this whole situation that's scaring me."

"Why?" I queried.

Skye brought her hand up to her neck and began nervously playing with her collar.

"Because there are still things that you don't know about. Because I know it's not going to be the same. Because I am terrified of having my heart broken again. Because I worry that I won't be good enough for you anymore."

"Skye..." I groaned. I moved toward her, gazing into her jewel blue eyes. "How can you even think that you wouldn't be good enough for me?" I smiled warmly at her and gently tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. She beamed lightly as I did that. "It's me who's worried I won't be good enough for you. I don't even know how I was lucky enough to get a girl like you in my life in the first place; let alone have you stick by me through this crazy situation." I traced my thumb down her cheek, marvelling at how soft her skin was. "And I know I have a lot to live up to; the old me sounds like a decent guy. I worry that you will soon realise I'm not that good of a guy."

Skye shook her head.

"That guy is stood right in front of me." She told me. She reached her hand forward and took hold of my free hand; my other continued caressing her face. "I can see what a great man you are. I just wish you could see it yourself."

I gazed at her intensely and leant my forehead down against hers.

"I really want to kiss you right now." I groaned. "But I'm worried you'll push me away again."

Skye grinned up at me. Then, without saying anything, she stretched up her neck and captured my lips with hers. I felt something stir deep within me, something primal. I needed to claim her in every way possible. I wanted everyone to know that she was mine.

My arms wrapped tightly around her body as hers moved to around my neck. Excitement soared through me as she parted her lips for me. Skye moaned as my tongue slipped through her opening and began exploring her mouth. Although I guessed I'd done it a thousand times in the past, it felt like an entirely new venture for me. Normally when I met a girl, after a few meetings I'd always find a flaw in her that would put me off her. But so far with Skye I'd yet to find anything. She truly did seem a thing of perfection.

Unable to prevent myself, I picked Skye straight up from the floor. Her arms tightened around me and her legs obediently wrapped themselves around my waist. I nearly lost it there having her in that position; the only way it could have been better was if we'd both been without our clothes and I could have taken her there and then.

Yet I found I didn't want to rush things with her. I genuinely liked her. I didn't want to push her; I just wanted to be with her. To my complete surprise, I would have been more than content with just losing myself in her kisses for the entire night.

I carried Skye across to the nearest counter and seated her up there so I could better reach her. She kept her legs wrapped loosely around me. As I passionately kissed her, my hands began playing with the hem of her shirt. Hesitantly, my fingers snuck beneath the fabric and began stroking up her sides. In response, Skye's fingernails dug into my scalp. I moved my hand around to her back and ran the tips of my fingers up and down her spine. Her body arched forward into me, allowing me to feel her ample breasts. Our bodies seemed to mould perfectly into one another, from our frantic mouths to the way she fit so flawlessly in my hold. It was as if she had been custom made for me.

"Lucas..." Skye murmured, pulling back slightly as she came up for air. "We still haven't had that talk I wanted." She informed me breathlessly.

I smirked at her, my head lazily falling forward against hers.

"Do you really want to talk right now?" Skye sniggered before shaking her head. I grinned at her. "Good, cos neither do I."

Skye bit her lip, making her look even more tempting.

"We need to though." She informed me. "There's something important that I need to tell you...something that could change the way you feel about me."

I frowned.

"Nothing will ever change the way I feel about you." I told her firmly. Skye beamed; though I could tell from the look in her eyes that something was still playing on her mind. I sighed and loosened my grip on her. "Look if you want to talk now then fine...we can talk. But I know it's not going to hurt to leave it to the morning. I will still feel the exact same about you after this big news of yours." I insisted, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.

A mischievous glint formed in Skye's eyes; I could tell I was winning her over.

"And if we don't talk now, then what exactly do you want to do?" She questioned.

"Just be with you."

I could feel the heat radiating out from her face as I said that. She smiled bashfully, biting her lip as she gazed into my eyes.

"I really need you right now." She admitted.

Every part of me reacted to her words; from my leaping heart to the tightening in my trousers.

"Well I am all yours."

Skye seemed nervous at first; I could feel her hesitance towards letting me in. But as I moved back down to kiss her again, her confidence was restored. Our mouths locked back onto one another and our tongues battled for dominance. I gripped the back of her hair, holding her head in place. Her hands fisted my shirt keeping me against her as if there were any chance I was going to pull away.

As our heat grew, I could tell Skye was starting to feel ready to give me more. Her hands began desperately tugging at my shirt and her feet started rubbing up the backs of my legs. That was all the encouragement I needed to grab back hold of her and lift her from the counter. I marched straight from the kitchen to my bedroom, carrying Skye in my arms as we continued to make out. Once inside my room however, I wasn't too sure what to do. Although I just wanted to throw her onto my bed, rip off all of her clothes and start filling her night with passion, I was less sure Skye would want me to move at such speed. So instead, I placed her back on the floor.

I broke our fervent kiss to help her lift my shirt off over my head. It got deposited somewhere behind us. Then I focused on removing her shirt. Although she seemed a little apprehensive at first, she allowed me to slip the garment over her head. At once I sensed all of her confidence had gone and I frowned as she crossed her arms around her middle, shielding herself from my eyes.

"Skye, what's wrong?" I asked. She avoided my stare, instead looking down at the floor. I didn't get why she was hiding herself. She was the most exquisite woman I'd ever laid eyes on. Her sweeping curves were perfect; much more attractive than if she'd been skin and bones. "You are beautiful." I told her. She peeked back up at me then. I took hold of her hands and pulled them away from her body. "You don't need to worry about that." I announced, figuring she must have been self-conscious that she was looking too fat or too pale or whatever other crazy ass things girls worried about.

Skye beamed up at me, looking immediately more comfortable.

"I want to look good for you." She said in a small voice.

I nodded at her.

"You do." I told her seriously.

That adorable blush coloured her cheeks. I couldn't stand the small amount of distance between us, so I brought my lips back down to hers. I kissed her gently, wanting her to know she was more than just pleasure to me. I could feel her uncertainty at first and I prayed she wasn't going to make me stop; I needed her like a drug. Though of course I wouldn't have forced her into anything, I cared far too much about her to do anything like that. Instead I'd plead with her to at least stay with me; her presence alone was enough.

But then to my complete relief, she started kissing me back with the same eagerness she had shown before. I stroked my hands up and down her bare sides, enjoying the way she felt. Her hands laid flat on my chest as she simply enjoyed our kiss. It was almost enough for me too...almost. Yet I still craved her in so many other ways. Slowly, my hands moved down to the hem of her jeans. I could feel the button just beneath my left thumb, begging to be undone.

"Can I?" I asked her, tugging at the top of her jeans.

She peeked down to where my hands were, clearly debating just how far she wanted that night to go.

"Okay." She breathed, gazing back up at me.

I grinned at her as she kicked off her boots; suddenly she seemed even shorter without the extra heel. I smirked at her before undoing the button of her jeans in one swift movement. Then I carefully undid the zipper. Skye watched me carefully as I knelt down before her. Winking at her, I slowly started dragging her jeans down her legs. I was pleasantly surprised by just how nice her legs were. They were toned and smooth, the way I liked them. I really had chosen well.

Skye obediently stepped out of the jeans once they reached her ankles. I couldn't help but take advantage at being at the height I was. So I began laying delicate kisses across her stomach. Skye's breath hitched as I did so and I felt her body quiver beneath my mouth. I moved my gaze back up to meet hers; she beamed down at me. I grinned and got back to my feet, bringing my mouth back to hers. She lazily wrapped her arms around my neck, allowing me full access to her perfect frame. Instantly my fingertips travelled across any bare flesh I could find. Her skin was so soft and alluring. But then suddenly she disappeared from my hold. I frowned as Skye pulled back and skipped around me. My eyes tracked her every move, as if she were my prey. I observed as she descended down on my bed and moved seductively up toward the pillows. Any apprehension she had held had clearly abandoned her. All I could see in her eyes then was the same desire I was feeling.

I moved forward, wanting to consume her. I kicked off my own boots before joining her on my bed. I pulled off each of her socks, revealing her delicate little feet. Then I leant down and pressed my lips against her thigh. Instantly a moan escaped her, just from that small bit of contact. I looked questioningly up at her. I'd barely touched her, but already she seemed to be in ecstasy. That had never happened to me before. Sure some of the girls I'd been with had been easy to please, but I'd still had to work for it. With Skye, she seemed completely entranced by just my gentle kisses.

Smiling at her, enjoying seeing her look so happy, I continued kissing up and down her smooth legs. Although normally I just liked to get on with it, I knew I had to work a little harder with Skye. She wouldn't want me to be hasty, and I actually wanted to please her as much as give myself the release. So I took my time, brushing my mouth across her bare legs. Even I had to admit I enjoyed it more than I thought. Her body was like a piece of art and I felt like it needed time to be appreciated. So I started moving my kisses higher.

Skye sighed blissfully as I again laid tender kisses across her midsection. Then my mouth began trailing up her chest. Her hands reached under her and to my pleasure she removed her bra, tossing it over my head. I took that as my sign and began nuzzling at her breasts.

The skin around them was so soft; I enjoyed the feeling of them against the rough flesh of my hands. Skye's toes curled as I took one of her hardened nipples in my mouth. I nipped gently at it with my teeth, causing her to cry out with pleasure. Once I'd lavished the appropriate attention on her left breast, I jumped over to her right.

"Lucas!" She moaned as she raked her fingers through my hair.

I flicked my eyes up to meet hers. She was gazing down at me, adoration plastered across her face. Giving her right nipple a finally tug with my teeth, I moved up to her mouth. I could feel her smile against my own mouth as I kissed her. I didn't even hold back on my passion, plunging my tongue repeatedly into her mouth. She whimpered at my savage kiss, but the way she dug her fingernails into my scalp told me she was enjoying it as much as I was.

I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer; in fact I rather thought the moment I entered her I'd probably blow my load. So I pulled back from the fervent kiss and returned to her legs. She only had one final garment on. My hands were practically trembling as my fingers hooked under the black underwear. Then I slid them down her legs and off the end of her feet.

My breathing nearly ceased when I beheld her properly. She truly was the thing of beauty, Aphrodite herself. I was mesmerised. I didn't know how I'd done it, but I'd somehow managed to win the affection of the most beautiful girl to ever grace the world.

"You are perfect." I murmured.

Skye beamed. Then she reached her hands out for me. But I didn't go to her, not immediately. Instead I homed in on her swollen lower lips. Her arousal was so evident; already she looked ready to take me. But I wasn't finished having my fun. Gently I traced around the moist seam with my forefinger, feeling her heat.

"Oh God." Skye moaned.

Her breathing was becoming laboured and her hands were tightly gripping the duvet beneath her. I smirked at her. Then, not taking my eyes off of her face, I leant down and pressed my lips lightly against her heated centre. Her face screwed up in pleasure and her eyes squeezed tightly closed.

Slipping one finger inside, I began coaxing more primal noises out from the girl. She was so hot and so wet, I couldn't wait until I was inside of her properly. More of her juices trickled out as my fingers played with her, instinctively seeming to know exactly what buttons to press. Unable to stop myself, I went in for a taste. My eyes practically rolled back inside my head as I lapped her up. Never had I tasted anything so good. I swore I could live off of her for the rest of my life. For a moment, I forgot all about my need to enter her. All I needed was her arousal. But then Skye began tugging at my hair.

"Need you now." She instructed breathlessly.

For a few more heartbeats, I continued to lap up her juices. But my own need began pulsating once more. Sitting back, I allowed Skye a couple moments to recover as I pulled off my trousers and boxers. Already I was hard and ready. I knew it wasn't going to take long. I moved back over her and positioned myself right at her entrance. Just as I was about to pierce through, I suddenly hesitated and looked her seriously in the eye.

"Are you sure you want this?" I checked.

I surprised myself by asking the question. I never asked. I simply took.

"All I've ever wanted is you." Skye answered.

I gazed intensely down at her and she stared longingly back at me. I could feel she was triggering something deep inside of me, but I wasn't ready to acknowledge it. So instead I began pushing myself inside of her. Although I just wanted to start pounding her, I made myself go slow. I couldn't bear the thought of hurting her.

Once I was about half way in, I paused and began pulling back out. Just before I reached my tip, I shot back inside. Skye moaned blissfully, gripping tightly to my shoulders. I continued with my quick, short thrusts, only ever sliding her half way down my length. Her breasts bounced in time with my fast rhythm. Then I started to go deeper inside her cavern, further exploring. It was complete bliss to be inside her. Never had it ever felt that good with anyone. She seemed to fit me perfectly. Her channel was tight enough to give me an insane amount of pleasure, but not so much that it caused her pain.

My strokes were languid as I travelled further inside of her. I began kissing her neck as I lazily thrusted into her. To add to my euphoric state, Skye wrapped her silky legs around my waist, opening her up more for me. I got in deeper than I thought possible. For a few wonderful seconds, I held her still, enjoying the feeling of being so far inside. Then I started moving once more. My tempo became almost frantic, feeling my climax nearing. I started pounding into her with an unnatural speed. Skye yelped and I felt her begin fluttering all around me. I couldn't recall ever being so in sync with someone, but it felt like we were both about to peak together.

Burying my face into the side of her neck, I bit down on her skin as I continued my wild thrusts. Skye's nails dug almost painfully into my shoulders as she fought to stay afloat. But soon she was spinning out of control, as was I. She cried out desperately as I felt her channel flood. There were no words to describe how high I was soaring. With one final rough push into her, I joined her in complete elation.

Blinding white obscured my vision, caused me to completely forget where and when I was. The only thing I was aware of was Skye. In that moment, the rest of the world had completely fallen away. There was only the two of us.

"Bucket." I unconsciously breathed into her ear.

In the midst of my euphoria, I heard Skye gasp. As we started to come down from our highs, Skye clung onto me. I didn't feel able to move right then, every muscle had locked into place. All I could do was pant breathlessly.

It must have taken a good few minutes before I managed to roll off of Skye. I collapsed down by her side, looking up at the ceiling. I'd never quite experienced anything like that before; and already I was craving for another round. I could see Skye becoming a dangerous addiction.

"You called me Bucket." She whispered suddenly.

I turned my head to look at her. Skye was staring at me, a cocktail of emotions on her face. I just frowned confusedly.

"Did I?" Had I? I couldn't think. My brain felt like it had dissolved into goo. "I'm sorry."

I didn't know where that had come from – Bucket hardly seemed like a pet name.

"You..." She seemed almost lost for words. "You always used to call me that." A frown fixed itself across my brow then. "It was a stupid nickname my parents had given me and you kind of adopted it."

"Oh." I couldn't think of what else to say to that.

"Tell me you remember something?!" She practically begged, sounding so desperate. My eyes narrowed at her and slowly I shook my head. Instantly I could see that her heart was breaking again. She sniffed miserably. "For a second I thought...maybe...you were feeling something again."

"Hey," I picked up her hand in mine. "I do feel something for you." Skye gazed back at me and smiled softly. "And that was...you were amazing." I kissed the back of her hand. "I completely understand why you're the one that saved me." She beamed and rolled over onto her side. Then she kissed me deeply. I smiled at her and held her close to my chest. Normally I hated being that close with someone, but with Skye I felt completely comfortable. She settled herself down next to me, her head resting on my chest. "Why Bucket?" I queried, wanting to know as much about her as I could.

Skye giggled.

"When I was little I wanted to be a soldier like my dad. I used to put this bucket on my head and pretend it was a helmet." Skye chuckled. "The name kind of stuck."

I smirked.

"I like it. I'm re-adopting it." I informed her.

Skye laughed. It was such a sweet sound.

"Okay."

I kissed her forehead affectionately. I couldn't help but be affectionate toward her. I had this need to keep her smiling. I enjoyed seeing her smile. My gaze was fixed on her as a yawn escaped her. I smirked, knowing I'd tired her out. She nestled her body against me; I could feel her muscles relaxing. I traced my fingertips against the back of her hand before interlocking our fingers.

"I take it you're staying here then?"

I could practically feel the anxiety that swept through her then. Skye looked back up at me, the desperation clear in her blue eyes.

"I...I don't have to." She remarked quickly.

I chuckled at her and pulled her back close to me, exactly where I wanted her.

"Shame, I kind of wanted you to stay. But if you want to go..."

"No." She replied, shaking her head. The relief was so apparent on her features. "I want to stay with you. I always sleep better when you're with me."

I smiled and kissed her forehead again. Skye sighed contently and nestled back against my side. Although I didn't really understand my own feelings, I did know that I liked her being there next to me. It made me feel almost complete.

"Get some sleep then."

I massaged little circular patterns into the back of her hand with my thumb. I could feel Skye relaxing into me.

"Night Lucas." She breathed sleepily.

I smiled.

"Night Bucket."